"You're kidding, right? A two week notice?" Jayce wasn't fond of you, one Viktor's colleagues in another department, baffled at your idea of quiting such a fantastic job, a fantastic career too "(Y/N)! You worked so hard for this! It's all you have been talking about for months!!"

"Jayce, give (Y/N) space. And furthermore, she has been working in that job for six years. Not months." Viktor corrects Jayce, baffled and shell shocked by your rash decisions still, rest a hand on your shoulder as a friend would do "Is it time to move on? To take another step forward already?"

"I'm afraid it is." Your bag was small, easy to pack and get going, Viktor pleased to find your content with your choices as Jayce was in full denial.

"H-How are you going to pay rent!? Isn't it due next week??"

Jayce was overthinking everything. Like, let it click. You sent in your two week notice and moving on. Mostly out of Piltover entirely. Full time part time jobs in Zaun.

But they didn't know that.

They didn't know you lived down there either. Permanently.

"I'll be fine."

"Fine? Oh please, you quite your job!" Jayce wasn't giving up, astonished by the fact he was the only one acting this way.

Your smile slims, facing Jayce that held a worried scowl, remain calm, and speak clear "Jayce. Thank you for worrying about me, I appreciate it. But I'll be fine, don't you worry."

The ill man nudged Jayce, side glaring the man down from his high chair, to which result in him letting out a large sigh and a slumped figure. He didn't like the idea of not working with you in some sort of way again. The two enjoyed your humor and tea talks. A refreshing breeze of fresh air, so to speak.

"Still up for...well, lunch then?"

"Lunch dose sound lovely." You stopped at the gates, knowing you skipped dinner and breakfast recently, no clue where to even go, turn to face the two openly "Any ideas?Anyone at all??"

Viktor, if he could stand on two feet straight up, made his way to your side. A wave of the hand to get all attention set on him. He had an idea. A place he'll go to once in a while.

"Brunch, considering we all know you and Jayce skip breakfast every morning. But yes, I know the place to go."

"It's not that bakery down the street, right?" Jayce asked, not a fan of it at all, to which was given a silent nod from Viktor. Of course. He hates it, but Viktor loves it.

Considering brunch sounds nice, even that bakery place to, you're in need of something to use to hide your identity under Silco's gang matters within Zaun. The two would think you're gathering newer clothes for your new path. To have them tag along wouldn't hurt much, with a needle and string, can bind and use what is necessary for the Undercity.

Yes.

This would be a lovely combination of last fair wells and a mission success.

"Don't mind if I steal both of you away from HexTech awhile longer, no? Figure after, well, shopping spree with me."

Both men turned silent. Jayce blinks, and Viktor side glances at him and you, soon pointing at himself questionably.

You rolled your eyes, this is what you expected to happen anyway "Fiinne! Let's go, and I'll figure it out myself like always.." turn to leave, walking off down the stairs case of steps.

Both boys' side glance at each other, thinking about it, before running to your side. Viktor tripped, but Jayce got him back up.

The rest of that evening was spent gathering food, clothes, and necessary items. Both men bored out of their minds yet remain there. Knowing it'll be a while till they see you again. Yet neither knew this would be the last time you'll live in Piltover. Never again.

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Sometimes brothel jobs reel in good, glorious nights of slumber. The other times are wimpy, disgusting,'put me out of my misery' all in one night. Be the lucky one. Don't get both or your fucked.

"I cleary stated woman only didn't I? I made sure to write it next to my signature."

"You did. Yet, with how much damaged he may cost us and your pay check, he demands a woman to please." Your boss, sweet small lady, did not wish to place you in a spot like this, yet has no choice to "It's one of Silco's goons. Not sure which but don't do anything stupid, can't have my best employee dying on me.."

Stiffness and numbing, not that it was one of Silco's goons, but the thought of being locked in a room with a man. God knows what he plans to do. Small, flickering flames going off at the thought of a man's hands on your body. Any where.

An endless amount of nightmare fuel. Pooling, flooding throughout your viens. All it needs was a lite match. Burn the place down.

"(Y/N)? Hey??"

"Don't lock me up with him. I-I can't do it.."

She never would have. Never. All her other woman employees were not willing to offer any service to this man. All held good reasons to reject his advances.

She was a weak, wrinkled up old lady. He is a goon manic with a gun. How can she win without dying in the process?

Nothing.

He will get what he wants one way or another.

The mere fact tears began to prick your eyes, overwhelmed yet unseen under the fox mask, niether were able to hear the bells jingle. Another walking in. A customer here for their own relaxation.

One of the employees at the desk smiles, trying to not be impolite at all, upon the honorable member of this brothel "Good to see you again, Sevika. How may we assist you?"

The goon that sat down man spread, chugging down beer, immediately sat up straight upon the right hand walking in. Avoiding her gaze to protect his own ass from immediate death. She had no intentions of hurting that punk. No. She was here to her own desire.

"Three hours. No guest either." Sevika place down a hefty sack of coins, her intentions of alone time clear as day.

She takes it, not bothering to count it out just yet, leaning in with a cheeky grin of her own "Oh? Well, who will you chose this time for this extended period of time? Jana? Quarts? Glimmer?"

"(Y/N)."

Her smile turns to a slim frown, knowing your booked by the goon behind her. The one no body wants. Sevika quirks up a brow. Confused why the lady was frowning about so suddenly. Sensing something wasn't right.

"What? Don't tell me she ain't here."

"She is." She said, nudged her head to the goon behind her, the one here first, as Sevika keen her eyes on the wimp of a man avoiding her gaze "I-It seems he booked her for the night. Sorry for the inconvenience."

This dangerous woman remains silent. Not a word. Yet her next actions were to slip her large frame into the back, not even daring to stop after being called back. Her heavy foot steps send the wood floors into a creaking mess. The owner was found in her office, eyes widen in shock at Sevika barging in, as the curtain of beads caught your attention. Turning in your cushion seat to find Sevika of all people invading and breaking entry into your boss office.

"S-Sevika!? Why are you--?"

"Do you want that man touching you?"

She ignored your boss. Sevika body moved from the bead decorations to where you sat. Towering over your form. Her shadow in this lightening was used as a blanket, hidden away in darkness completely.

No voice. Not a sound wants to come out.

Grey eyes linger, noticing signs what could be a soon to be panic attack. She knows because Jinx done it before.

A warm, large hand traced your jaw line, graze your lips, only to be forced up by two fingers under the chin. Allowing her to meet eye to eye with you. All she did was stand still. Like if, by chance, secretively admired those (E/C) eyes.

"I'll ask again. Do you want that man touching you? Yes or no?"

This Sevika was different. Both could see that clear as day. Her fingers that held your chin didn't need to be there no more. Rather, pushed aside strands of loose hair back. Her finger tips grazed your ears to unviel the shadow of a gashly scar down behind your ear towards your neck. Something she missed due to the cloat. Her grey eyes taking in more detail of your fully exposed self. Taking notes of other scars tiny and faded on your body. Unknown what's going on within her head.

All you knew was that Sevika asked you a question twice. Waiting extremely patiently for your response.

Anything.

"....No. N-No, I don't."

That answer was all she needed. The once soft, questionable Sevika swapped with an all knowing brute, dangerous Sevika. The right hand woman of Zaun. Grey eyes flicked over to your boss. Daring her to go against your rejection of that goonie.

"I'll kick his ass out. In exchange, my service should be done by (Y/N). And her only for now onwards." Sevika, more likely stating an order, turns her way back to the exit, curtain of wooden beads aside by her cyborg arm, watching it let out steam "You got that ya geezer? Or do I need to make it even more clearer for ya the second time?"

She flinched, quickly to respond "I-I heard! Anything for you, Sevika!"

This clarification was all she needed. Steeping out into the hallway once more. Yet, thinking she'll storm off, find her shadow figure remaining still. Thinking. Maybe planning that bastards death while at it.

"(Y/N)."

"Yeah?" Your voice dose work. Glade to know it can function correctly...

"Meet me in room E-28. I expect lots of good things coming from you tonight."

The figure of Sevika moves. Heading off to kick out what was supposed to be your client that night. Your own boss urgently kicking you out to perpare for whatever Sevika wanted in terms of service.

What took you so long to figure out is the fact on why she wanted you to serve her. Was it because your work buddy's now or for her own gain in some sort of blackmail? Lots of questions brewing all at once. Taking calculated steps to room E-28. Entering and preparing.